~~Two weeks later~~It’s the day of Mabel and Mike’s wedding.I walk out of the bathroom, drying my hair, and spot Caspian still knocked out on the bed, one leg tangled in the sheets.“Really?” I say, leaning over to shake him. “You went back to bed?”He cracks open one eye and grins lazily. “Didn’t sleep well last night.”“And whose fault was that?”Caspian chuckles, completely guilty. After keeping us both up, christening every corner of the bedroom, he has the nerve to act innocent.“Do we really have to go early?” he mutters, pulling the covers over his head like a sulking child.I narrow my eyes, knowing full well that if I listen to him any longer, he’s going to try something ridiculous—like pulling me back into that bed. And honestly, I don’t know if I have the willpower to resist him a second time today. But we have a wedding to attend.I grab his arm and start dragging him, which is easier said than done since his arm probably weighs as much as I do. After a few minutes of st
The room feels tense as Gladys steps closer to Mike, her hands shaking as she reaches out. “Oh, my baby,” she whispers. Her eyes are filled with tears. It’s like she’s forgotten everyone else in the room and can only see her son.Mabel walks toward her, smiling. “You must be Gladys,” she says, sounding cheerful. “I’m glad you could come.”Mike looks confused. “Babe, what’s going on?” he asks, suspicious.Mabel stays calm, like she doesn’t see how big a deal this is. “I invited your mother,” she says matter-of-factly. “I hired someone to find her, then I told her all about you.”Mike’s eyes widen in disbelief and anger. “Why the hell would you do that?”Beside me, I feel Caspian tense up. His hands are shaking as he sits back down, looking like he’s barely holding it together. His eyes stay glued to Gladys, the woman who caused him so much pain years ago.“Because everyone needs their mother, Mikey,” Mabel says softly, like she’s doing him a favor.Mike’s jaw clenches so hard it looks
The moment Caspian sees her, something shifts in him. For a second, he doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. It’s like he’s frozen in place, trapped by whatever memories or feelings seeing her again brings up.“Caspian,” Gladys says with a sweet tone, as if she’s greeting an old friend. “It’s been so long.”He doesn’t answer right away. His jaw clenches, and he grips the armrest of his chair like he’s trying to anchor himself.“You shouldn’t be here,” he finally says, his voice low but sharp.Gladys shrugs. “I came for Mike. Not you.”“Then leave us alone,” I say. She turns her attention to me, looking me over like I’m something insignificant. A nuisance.“And you must be Desiree,” she says. “The new wife.”There’s something in the way she says it that rubs me the wrong way. Like she’s mocking me, like I’m just another temporary fixture in Caspian’s life. My blood boils, but I force myself to stay calm. I can’t give her the satisfaction of seeing how much she’s getting under my skin.“Yes,” I
Caspian's POVMike called earlier, asking if we could talk.A million reasons ran through my mind, but none of them prepared me for what he’s saying now.“I want us to make a deal,” he says, standing stiffly near the fireplace.“A deal?” I repeat.He nods, his gaze distant. “You remember when I asked you to give Mabel a seat on the board? You flat-out refused.”“And I’m not about to change my mind,” I reply, my tone leaving no room for negotiation.Mike picks up one of the figurines from the mantel, absentmindedly turning it in his hands. He hasn’t sat down since he arrived, pacing like he’s gearing up for a fight.“I figured as much,” he says, almost to himself. “But Mabel and I have decided to take it to the shareholders.”I frown, sitting up straighter. “What does that mean?”“It means she’s putting that business degree of hers to use,” he says, finally looking at me. “She knows you’re not the only one with power in the company. So she’s taking it to the other shareholders. Letting
Mike finally sets the figurine down, and by some miracle, it doesn’t fall. “I can handle her.”I narrow my eyes at him. “You’re an idiot if you think you can handle Mabel. She’s already pulling your strings, and you don’t even realize it.”He flinches, but keeps his gaze steady. “You don’t have to make this personal, Dad.”“Oh, it’s personal now, Mike. You come here, accusing me of using Desiree, but let’s be honest—you’re the one who threw her away. You made your bed with Mabel. Now lie in it.”Mike clenches his jaw. “I’m just trying to keep things from getting worse.”“And you think sacrificing my marriage is going to fix that?” I shake my head, disgusted. “This is bigger than you and Mabel, Mike. And if you really think you can manipulate me into giving up my wife for your power-hungry spouse, then you’ve lost your mind.”His face tightens, but he doesn’t back down. “Just think about it. It’s a simple trade. Desiree for peace.”I stand up, towering over him. “I won’t be making any
A honeymoon party? I don't know what they hope to achieve with such a stunt. But they're definitely cooking up something. Because as I go through the special guests of honor list, I see the entire members of the board as well as shareholders.What the hell?My mind races as I try to piece it together. This looks like a threat. They’re not just celebrating their love—they’re making a power move. It’s more than just a party. It’s a calculated display of unity, one meant to sway the board in Mabel’s favor.I’m still staring at the screen, processing it all, when I hear Desiree’s footsteps on the stairs.“Are you done with the meeting?” she asks.“Yeah,” I reply, not looking up. “What was it about? I tried eavesdropping, but you were too far away,” she teases.I chuckle too, but it feels hollow. Instinctively, I turn around to tell her everything, to share the whole ridiculous situation. But something stops me. The words catch in my throat. How can I tell her? How do I admit that I mad
“I—” I start, but the words die in my throat. What can I say? She’s right. I didn’t consult her, didn’t consider her feelings when I made that deal with Mike. And now I’m scrambling, trying to fix something that feels like it’s already slipping out of my control.Her eyes narrow, and I can see the hurt beneath the anger. “You know, Caspian, for once I thought you were different. I thought what we had was real. But you’re just using me like everyone else. I’m just a pawn in your little game, aren’t I?”I flinch. Her words hit harder than I expected. “It’s not like that. You know it’s not.”“Do I?” she shoots back. “Because right now, it feels like I’m just another piece in your chessboard. You made a deal to divorce me without even thinking about how I’d feel, how it would affect me.”“I didn’t—” I stop, struggling to find the right words. “I didn’t mean for it to go this far. It was just… part of the plan.”“Part of the plan,” she repeats bitterly. “Everything is always part of some p
Desiree's POVCaspian's hands are on either side of my head, and his lips hover just a breath away from mine. Every inch of me wants to stay angry, to hold on to the frustration and the fight, but how can I when he’s standing so close, looking at me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters?He just told me he loves me.And, well, I don’t know what to say.“You don’t have to say anything, Desiree,” he says softly, as if reading my mind. “I know I’ve made mistakes. Hell, I’ve probably made more than my fair share. But one thing I’m not going to mess up is us. I won’t let anyone or anything take you away from me.”I bite my lip, the weight of his words sinking in. I’m quiet for a moment, just thinking. My heart is pounding, and for a second, I wonder if he can hear it. I let out a small breath. “You always know how to sweet-talk your way out of trouble, don’t you?”He smirks. “And you’re always looking for fresh trouble to throw at me.”“Are you calling me a troublemaker?” I ask